「♙」For some reason, they’re once again blocking the road by standing square in the middle of it—but this time they’re just standing there, staring at their bag that they’ve tossed forwards a few feet like it’s offended them.
"I hate homework I don’t want to study I’m so fucking done I’m always tired and stressed but that’s still not good enough apparently—!” Guess who’s had a bad day.
Cue the manager walking home from school to find a sight she’d never seen before. Was that child… Throwing their backpack? That certainly was a sight to see, but she couldn’t exactly say that it was good.
"Um…" Picking up the contents that spilled out of the bag, she blinked over to the child with a little more than just concern on her face. "Are you alright..? It is not good to throw around your belongings; they could come in handy in the future, you know…"
This is why he didn’t like dealing with girls, Kiyoshi thought as he noticed the fearful expression the girl gave him. He shrunk slightly, and behind him he heard a whisper of ‘She’s cute! And Miyaji san made her cry??’ going around the juniors. Swiftly he glared at them, and immediately every junior member was back to training. Those damn brats…!
"Miyaji san, Miyaji san!" Takao whispered. "You’re frowning again! Smile!"
"Takao. Let’s go back to training." Midorima dragged the point guard away from the small forward before Kiyoshi could retort. How is he going to smile when he’s feeling upset?! From his side, Kimura cleared his throat. "I’m going to supervise the two." And he leaves. So much for friends.
He looked back at the girl again. “Yeah. I’m not going to take your clipboard. But next time Akashi tried to pull another scouting mission again, tell him I’ll run him over with a truck, got it?” He stroked her head, hopefully the girl is more calm and won’t burst into tears for the second time.
Now that she wasn’t crying, it was easier to realize that the other teammates of his seemed to be gossiping around the two of them. Lowering her head she curled into herself, the girl actually glad that she was so small. Were they talking about her? Surely. She was from Rakuzan; they were Shūtoku. Of course she would be the topic of conversation, as much as she hated all the attention being on her.
Letting her eyes gaze back up to the blond and listening to his confirmation that she could keep the clipboard and its contents, Wenhe almost gave a smile.
At the threat, her heart skipped a beat and the panic began to rise once more. He would run over Akashi?! Wait, wasn’t that illegal?!
"W-Wait," the little manager yelped, sitting up straight and looking up to Miyaji with a mix of concern and fear written all over her expression. "E-Even if I were to tell him, he would not listen. Akashi-kun is always very certain with his decisions, s-so he often makes them without expectations of defiance. B-But… But, please, d-do not hurt Akashi-kun..!"
Ah, and there they were; those tears brimming her eyes and getting ready to fall if her precious captain were to face an untimely demise via truck.
When Rakuzan’s principal had called Wenhe into his office a few months ago, she never realized that she would be standing in the middle of Los Angeles.
Actually, she expected to find herself either in detention for something she didn’t know she did, or probably back in Taiwan due to something that… She didn’t know she did.
But, instead, here she was in the middle of the City of Angels (that’s what Americans called it, right?) regretting that she didn’t take that Japanese to English booklet Akashi had offered her.
She really should start the habit of taking up his offers.
"Ano… Excuse me..?"
Again, another person who seemed to turn away just at the right time as she tried to ask for help.
Um… Okay, aside from “excuse me” what other English do you know? That was a question she hoped would have a longer answer than her gut was worrying about. Let’s see… There’s… Um… “Hello”, “Goodbye”, “Thank you”…
Looking back down to her map the ravenette’s gaze switched constantly from the paper in her hands to the environment around her. She was in front of a high school; that was for sure (at the very least she could read that bit of English rather well). But, even if she knew where she was…
Where was it that she was even supposed to be?!
Last night I found the "Fursona Generator" thanks to some Tumblr friends. I clicked through a few times and was laughing with tears streaming down my face.
My sense of humor is a bit warped.
Here are a few of the ones I got right away. Just super quick sketches— I needed to do something fun. I need to go back and hit it again for more inspiration later on.
My fursona is
"tiny black lizard. a small raincloud follows it everywhere. it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen"
"bright pink and yellow sloth. it dresses like a pinup girl. it wears a neutral milk hotel t-shirt with red fishnets and nothing else."
Post-avant is that you
"floral snake. it glows softly and gently- evidence of a heavenly being. it wears incredibly large and impractical sunglasses."
manic pixie dream snake
"glossy pink kangaroo. it wears a maid outfit. it has a thick beard."
"glossy black wolf. it flickers in and out of this plane of reality. it has a scorpion tail."
I ACTUALLY REALLY WANT THIS
Atsushis’ eyes widened in surprise. So she was a spirit after all! As is mind was rather childish, he tended to easily believe in the supernatural, maybe because he actually liked the sound of magic and the like. But a yuki-onna? Weren’t such creatures suposed to kill their preys? Then again, a yuki-onne helping out a human wasn’t exactly unheard of either, at least according to the tales his grandparents had told him as a kid. Now, his eyes had a glint of curiosity and wonder. Was she a liar, making fun of him, or… and actual spirit? He would’ve asked, but Wenhe spoke again, this time giving him the truth. Slightly disappointed but relieved, Atsushi looked away for a moment. For a second, he had actually believed her. With a sigh and a small pout, he looked back at her, before his expression turned to one of confusion. Seventeen? Somehow, he had a harder time believing that than when she had said to be a yuki-onna. If he were to rely solely on height, he couldn’t give her more than thirteen years old.
He cocked his head to the side. “Seventeen? Really?” That would actually make her older than he was… How strange. “Eh, well I’m sixteen…” His mind went back to her full answer, only now noticing she had given him a nickname already. He didn’t mind, but he hadn’t expected it either. Seemed like she wouldn’t stop surprising him any time soon, and that was quite entertaining. “I didn’t think you would be that old, Wenhe-chin~” She had earned the nickname, after buying his snacks and being someone he enjoyed the company of, for now. Atsushi grinned. He liked the sound of ‘Wenhe-chin’. “But I really thought you were a yuki-onna, you know?” He admitted, almost immediately regretting it. Ah, she was probably going to make fun of him now. “I mean, there’s a snow storm outside, so…” He tried to explain, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. At least he hadn’t gave away that he thought she was pretty.
Time to change the subject, and quick, otherzise the conversation would linger on that and that was absolutely not Atsushi wished for. “What did you say was your full name again~?” He asked, unable to remember it properly. It wasn’t completely foreign like a western name would, but it wasn’t exactly familiar either. Maybe she wasn’t japanese, like he had first assumed. “Say, where do you come from?” Atsushi was actually starting to get curious now. She probably came from somewhere in easter asia, but at the same time her eyes were misleading. Well, he wasn’t well placed to claim that the whole population of japan had dark hair and eyes, but he wasn’t used to seeing such a clear colour around either. “Also, your eyes are kinda weird…” Which, in his mind, meant they were really pretty. “I mean, you know, people around here don’t have eyes like that most of the time…” He felt like he was embarassing himself, and that made him angry. He sulked back in the couch, his mood getting worse by the seconds now.
Was her response convincing enough? In all honesty, whether it was or wasn’t, at least she tried showing that she had a humorous side. And, admittedly, it was rather fun being able to say something as farfetched as being a snow spirit. She was pale (summers without sunblock often were the cause of her laying in bed fried to a bright red), she had long black hair, the only thing missing was that she was inhumanely pretty and surreally tall. Though, judging by the look of surprise in his eyes, Wenhe had a feeling that seemed to say he believed her little joke quite a lot. Resting her head on her knees, it took more than just a little effort to keep herself from laughing, and letting slip an innocent giggle she wondered if it would have been better to simply tell him that she was seventeen? Ah, she was really beginning to joke around too much, though perhaps that’s what would happen if one were to sit in front of a person that joked and played around as much as H-
The very thought of that person made the smile on her face disappear momentarily. And just as quickly, the flutter in her chest had faded into a rather… Painful ache. Gripping at the hems of her sleeves, Wenhe could swear that the cafe had gotten colder when her classmate had wormed his way back into her memory. The ache began to grow stronger, and clutching now onto her sleeves until her knuckles turned white, it took a moment before the manager realized that Murasakibara was asking another little list of questions. Snapping out of her thoughts and looking up to him, she gave a little shrug at his comment of her not looking like she was seventeen. That wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, really. In fact, the unorthodox questions were that he actually wanted to know where she was from. With another little giggle to herself, Wenhe toyed with the end of one of her pigtails.
"My name is Wēnhé Xiǎo-Dàn, and I am from Taiwan. My birthplace is a coastal city in the south of Taiwan, called Kaohsiung.” The more she answered, the more the pain in her chest seemed to dissipate. Replacing it was a warmth that she welcomed quite happily, and sitting up where she sat, the bespectacled girl turned to face the violet-haired boy and sat on her knees. “I am glad you find my eyes peculiar; it is not often that people notice the color of them.” But, that was enough about herself. At least, enough she felt without his asking. Now, it was her turn to ask some questions. “May I ask how old you are, as well, Muracchi~?”
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If we kissed:
 This wouldn’t happen.
 Oh disgusting.
[x] Again, again. (AKASHI GIVING FOREHEAD KISSES AND WENHE ASKING LIKE A LITTLE KID FOR ANOTHER ONE CAN WE JSUT)
[x] Kiss you back. (she returns the favor for her captain uwu)
 Let’s take this to the bedroom.
 Slap/Push you away.
If you asked me out I’d say:
 Um no.
[x] YES. (again wenhe doesn’t understand the concept of “asking/asked out” as the term of being proposed to a date _(:3_/ )
 HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[x] YES. (CUDDLES. ALWAYS. YES.)
 Let’s do it.
 No. You can’t handle my d.
 FUCK YES.
[x] No. (sorry, even if you’re the one and only Akashi Seijūrō, Wenhe is a lady first and foremost and shall wait until she knows who the right one is to give her v-card to uhuhuhu)
Should you reblog this?:
[XXXXXXX] Yes. I want to send you one.
Regardless of her school year, this was the manager’s very first time at such a place.
It was huge, crowded, and amongst the air there was this undoubtable, invariable feeling of the desire to win.
It was the first day of Interhighs.
The very air of the stadium made her wonder if this were really a mere summer competition. From the looks of it, from the hype, it seemed to be so much more. Even in this heat there were people who stood outside planning a schedule for their favorite team’s matches, for trying to find the optimal time to get the best seats.
But, she didn’t need to join those who were trying their best in creating an itinerary.
Because amongst those who were elite, Rakuzan stood at the top.
Keeping pace alongside the captain and fighting back a yawn that was the result of sleeping too late, waking up too early, and having to work with the coach on a practice and meal schedule during the entire hour ride from Kyoto to Osaka where the Interhigh was being held, Wenhe looked to the captain curiously to see what would happen now that they had dropped their things off at the hotel and were at the stadium. Their game wasn’t until mid afternoon, right?
Pale emerald doe eyes looked up to the emperor in confusion, and as if on cue he turned to face the rest of the team to announce that they would be warming up and practicing before the game. Wait, then… What was she to do?
With only a nod as a signal of allowed dismissal and departure, the ravenette went to scout out and look around the building.
Hall after hall, the sound of her own shoes against the tiles were muffled by the crowd’s own footsteps. Their voices combined were like a roar in her ears, and in that moment it became clear how one could describe such a mass of people as a sea.
What wasn’t clear was where exactly she was in the building.
At 142 cm tall, the day that she could just look over the crowd to figure out her location was still quite far. And with a quick check of her watch, Wenhe came to realize that time wasn’t her friend in the slightest.
Where had it gone? From late morning, it was already past noon, and that meant the game was starting soon.
Frantically now, she looked around; the beat of her own heart quickening to the point of stopping. Though, if she wasn’t present at the locker rooms, or even the court right before the game, she might as well be dead.